The Story Idea Factory by Beth Webb Hart

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Now wouldn’t that be nice?  A factory where an author could pick a story idea, a well-constructed, tightly-woven plot, some larger-than-life characters, a rich setting, a fitting point-of-view, a universal theme that stirs the soul and just plug it into the computer and go.   A story idea factory.  I heard they have these for preachers.  How about one for authors? …

Homeless in the Big Apple (and a Thanksgiving memory) by Beth Webb Hart

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Hope you’ll enjoy this true-story vignette.  It took place in 1996 and remains one of my favorite autumn and thanksgiving memories. Homeless in the Big Apple             When I landed in LaGuardia Airport with two suitcases and an acceptance letter to graduate school, I had no place to call home.  My plan to live with a friend had fallen through …

Pumpkin Bread by Beth Webb Hart

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“I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”                                              – Henry David Thoreau We don’t have much of a fall in the lowcountry of South Carolina.  In fact, fall feels an awful lot like summer until about late October when – at long last -we awaken to a …

Strange Love by Beth Webb Hart

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An out-of-the-box love story in my family?  Yep.  I’ve got a doozy.  This one is quite bizarre, but since I can’t pick my ancestors – or their romances narratives – you’ll just have to bear with me.  Here goes…. My great-great-grandmother grew up in Southport, NC, and at the age of twenty she had two suitors.  These two suitors, Mr. …

Dream Job by Beth Webb Hart

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I always wanted to be a grown-up.  Even as a little, little kid.  Maybe it was because I was the oldest child in the family and considered myself a second Mama to my siblings (much to their great annoyance, I assure you.)  Maybe it was because I wanted to put on high heels, wear makeup and spray that stuff on …